When it’s really over

I am accustomed to the sort of man
that drops friendship easily
like a tissue on the wind

I know that I am not what you need
even though I was what you wanted
on a day much like this one

Each moment treasured, saved
all the smiles eaten up, once savoured
now brushed away into the bin

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